Across the US, europe, wherever, it seems like cyclists have always had a fondness for good beer. Some more than others but it still seems to be a common thread among us, a universal language if you will. While out in Colorado this summer, I was fortunate enough to have more than my fair share of heady hops. Then I came back to 5%-by-volume-Alabama and thought the highlife was going to end on a sour note with Highlife, ugh. Maybe not. Look out your window to the north and you'll spot something beautiful. No not the Northstar, something much better, a gas station on Tennessee soil. It used to be pretty common for northern Alabamians to make a Sunday run down 431 to buy beer but then (and I still can't believe this ever passed in this ridiculously lame town) they passed a bill allowing Sunday alcohol sales. Fast forward to now. We can buy beer all day week long and if we make a thirty minute drive, we can buy pretty much anything we like. In particular, an array from New Belgium and now, the house brews from Oskar Blues. A lot of us already knew most of this but a lot didnt. This post was pretty much an excuse to say, go try some Ten-Fiddy Imperial Stout or Dale's Pale Ale and be particularly merry.